Viola Lyrics

And I'm fine with my style 'bout my texture cause

Your ass is while lasting bitches like my lecture lush

And I last in form my skin is blowing boy I'm captain kush

And the snow be storming I'm OG cole stick that passin blunt

Talkin skin I'm talking normal shit like cleanse that bitch off

And I'm talking cole like passing ball and smoking buds off of fame

And she russian for me I'm walking b a counter go of the case

I'm a open up she off a lot i check the mark she aint way

I put her on the streets

I put her on my beats

I miss the way she talked

Ill mist the way I ball

And kneel for my feast

And will on me steel

And steal all my chill

And seal all my reach

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

And I ride for my figures cup

I lie for my sinners cause

I eye with my inner fuck

I tired and my motor stop

You try for your peoples luck

In tribes we be with you love

I sack my in cynical

He good with his pinnacle

The ride

The stop

The show to focus up

Ishod

Ishot

A cabin on my half

A figures

A lot

I'm dancing up a hall

A style

Cant touch

And make them proud as fuck

I put her on the streets

I put her on my beats

I miss the way she talked

Ill mist the way I ball

She put her on my leash

I brr with my keef

They'll miss the way I talked

And mist the way I walked

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith

Walk on with my faith

Walk on with your faith